terror
by Joy Orisah
He stands out in the crowd,
A malicious smile,
Distorting his face.
A devilish glint,
In bloodshot eyes,
Shoulders hunched.
He tramples, burns,
Kills, destroy.
He lights with triumph.
He falls to the ground,
To the suns unmerciful rays,
To the lashing rain.
He has fallen.
Sinking…blending with the soil,
Never to rise again.
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